LISTEN: By myself, and alone, and in total solitude (so lonely), I have been having a good time watching every episode of ‘The Twilight Zone’. There are some stinkers in there for sure . . . but even when they’re not great, they’re still pretty OK. (There are a few episodes in season 2 that were shot like soap operas to save on production costs (until the studio realized they weren’t saving much money), and those are probably the worst, non-Twilight-Zone-feeling episodes, and maybe we can just chalk that up to quote-unquote studio meddling . . . but anyway~)
I had watched maybe 30 or 35 episodes before I went to New York last month . . . and a dozen more before I left for Los Angeles three days later . . . and I’m starting to think it did something to me. It has made me feel even more come unglued than I already felt! And just when I was starting to think I couldn’t feel anymore detached from this little twinkling ball of garbage which forever orbits a massive flaming nuclear hellfurnace!
I am writing a long thing about New York and Los Angeles, and the strange strange trip that it all became. Lord did it do something to me! Irrevocably! As a newly-reconfigured shambling mass of bad strangeness I will be posting the thing tomorrow (today). I must! I went there and I did things and I said things and I felt things. Didn’t I??
Or was it all a dark alley in my brain?? Some little graveyard amongst all my bad wiring???
Am I dead? Or a robot? Like in so many Twilight Zone endings??????
Was it a dream??? Does it continue to be a dream???????????
Well, if that’s the case:
Please anticipate whatever this long-ass thing is! Which I have constructed out of haunted house debris and ghost tears (thick like glue, don’t you know)!!!!!!
Believe it or not that is the last overwrought thing I plan to say for the next ten to twelve hours! Good-night!!